I got back from Seville at 10:30 pm, packed my bags, took a bath and then went straight to bed. I set my alarm for 3:45 am and called down to the front desk and requested a cab for 4:30 am. I did not sleep so well or so long and kept waking up every hour thinking I had missed my alarm. My travels back to my motherland revovled around timing and I think I looked at the clock at 12, 1, and 2, and then again at 3:30 (the worst of all because I was actually conscious enough to know that my alarm would be going off in 15 minutes and the feeling of death swarms over you and all you want to do is cry because you just want to sleep more) Luckily the front desk was a 24 hour service and the cab was waiting for me outside. I think that the strange pick up hours led to strange information because the cab driver thought he was taking me to the airport but I needed to go the bus station. 10 minutes into our little drive, I wanted to make sure he knew where the bus station was and he freaked out and said "bus station?..we go to Malaga airport...you go to airport" and naturally I freaked out and said "NO! I go to Marbella bus station" and then he goes "Come on, airport only 100 euros" Excuse me, ONLY a 100 euros. Do you know what I could do with 100 euros, do you know how many juice boxes I could get at the euro store with a 100 euro's...100. Do you now how many apertivos I could go to with a 100 euro's..10. Do you know that I could fly from Florence to Barcelona for 100 euros and I could even take a tour, eat lunch and buy 5 scraves in Morocco for 100's. I immeditaly said no and insisted on him taking me to the Marbella bus station, where I would then catch the bus to the airport and it would only cost me 4 euros (even that is too much). For some reason, he didn't immediatly get off the highway but decided to drive for another 10 minutes while I questioned him which exit he should get off at. Luckily I ordered the cab extra early just to guarentee that I would be able to get on the 5:30 bus to the Malaga airport. At one point I thought I was going to die (I guess a normal human being would probably not think this but for some reason, just like Dave Eggers, I always think someone is out to get me) because we drove around a sketchy area. Finally, I made it to the bus station (in one piece). The stupid cab driver tried to charge me 75 euro but when I explained to him that I wasn't stupid and that my friend had done the exact same drive the day before, and he replied 50. Not until I threatened to call the Marriott (because this time, it was not my fault) did he actually pull out his price book and said that it was "apparently" 34 euro. He still tricked me a little bit because the Gorilla only paid 24 the day before but at the time, that being 4:53 in the morning, it seemed like my best option. The bus was only five minutes delayed which is good for Europeans because they are on their own schedules. I half napped, half read. 45 minutes later I arrived at the airport, checked my bag, and then waited for the flight to take off. Whoever said one needs to be at the airport 2 hours before the flight is a big fat lier. An hour will do. You would be fine with 45 but I guess I can't make this assumtion because this time around in Spain, we actuallly booked a flight on a legit airline. I finally arrived in Bologna, Italy and then took a bus to the train station and then a train back to Flo-to-the-orence. I was so nice to be back in my homeland, however the weather was not so nice. For some reason, I felt the undying desire to go running, so I took a nice little stroll through the park that runs along the Arno. Tonight we headed over to the Cavour apartment of wonder, for winey wino and clear drinks that don't taste too good. Justin, the J-nuss of nusses was visiting from Barcelpski, so we all celebrated his arrival with a night out to Space. Despite what many say and what many people might think, I just love Space and always have such a wonderful time. Sara and I did what we do best and took over the dance floor with our crazy dance moves. All of the sudden at 3:45 my phone started ringing mid shoulder leaning and I reached into my purse only to find out that the ringing was actually my alarm that I had set the night before to make my flight. That was the sign it was time for me to go home and go to bed. Alarms are not supposed to go off when you are out the next night, thats when you know its time to go. It is great to be back. I had a wonderful time in Spain. Life is good, life is great, I am good and I am great.
postness from the sat-her-day the 8thness of march.
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